Love Poem: Sexual Bliss
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Written by: Jeanette Ozee

Sexual Bliss

I want you partially submerged in a gentle stream
Lying on a soft bed of polished pebbles
With the warm sun reflecting from your face
As you close your eyes to white darkness
I want you to sense my cool fingers outline the contours of your body
While a happy breeze carries the waters evaporating from your bare skin into 
tomorrow
Leaving tight goose bumps dancing
And I want to feel your chest rise and fall with each breath
When I rest my head upon you
I want to smell your soft scents intrigue my imagination
When I lean in to whisper into your ear
And you feel my breath as my lips move quietly near
I want to sense you respond in reflex to the tickle of my sweet words
And I want you to hold them tightly with me
I want to feel you struggle with patience
As sensuality increases with our heartbeats
Struggle to allow every moment to fully satisfy the palate
Though we salivate for the complete and final burst of sensual satisfaction
That looms like a quivering shadow on the horizons
I want you to allow my lips to soothingly caress the nape of your neck
And rub your collar with my tongue slightly exposed to your secret flavors
And lightly kiss the moist levels of your chest
And taste the tiny pools collected in your navel
I want to feel you draw me near
When I move closer to your thighs
While the birds sing flittingly overhead
I want to press your hands into your soft skin as I kiss your fingertips
And I want to relax them from wanting more with growing lust
As I kiss your genitals with your hands softly in mine
I want to make in these moments what a lifetime might seem
While we bring one another to the brink of sensual ecstasy
Your head tilted back in the shallow waters
And just for now, hold each other in arms of love, fear and sexual bliss
As the soothing babbles and bubbles of Nature’s brook
Carry the powers of historical waters downstream where we shall one day meet 
again
To make love
With time
And with tearful smiles
And with touching kisses and fingertips
And sweet words whispered with wet lips
Nestled in our ears
And in the depths of our hearts